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You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
Hoofed frolicking.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?